Tomorrow marks 33 weeks pregnant. I need to type that again to ingrain it in my head. TOMORROW, I will be THIRTY-THREE WEEKS PREGNANT. This isn't working. Somehow I feel like I should still be in the blossoming beginning of my second trimester. That's long gone and I'm starting to panic that we have done a whole lot of nothing around here. Yes, the room is painted. Check, did that the week we bought this house. Yes, we have the crib put together. That's about it. Remaining in the room decoration/furniture list are: sew cribskirt, sew valance, figure out changing table, have rocking chair recovered, decide about organization, and clear out the closets. This does not include adding back in baby items to the room such as clothes and diapers. Oy. And to top it off, we don't have a weekend free until December, and those are beginning to fill up! The nights have been busy around here, between Joel's usual work and our bible study and whatnot. The time is slipping through our fingers like sand. Yes, I'm whining. I'll stop now, only I'm headed to get a kleenex, not to break out the sewing machine like I should.